Fʟᴛ. Lᴛ. Jᴇғғ "Jᴏᴋᴇʀ" Mᴏʀᴇᴀᴜ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-01-05 10:19 pm
airraid) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-05 10:19 pm
✔ video ; action.
Who: some asshole joker.
Broadcast: video; fleetwide.
Action: the marsiva.
When: RIGHT NOW.
( BROADCAST ♦ if this is a hangover, i gotta stop drinking. )
( oh. this is – this is bad.
it takes him a second – maybe two, maybe more than that – to knock the fuzz out of his head ( and to realize that, at some point during his slumber, his hat had fallen off into the floor ), and sit upright on his cot, surveying his surroundings with the kind of scrutiny that comes from one too many nights spent trying to drink a krogan under the table and losing. normally, when he passes out drunk he wakes up in the same place he'd gone to sleep in or, at the very least, some universally familiar place that he can track from where he'd started.
this is neither of those things. and he's not all that happy about it.
it takes one look out those giant, crystal clear windows for him to come to the conclusion that yes, he's still in space, but no, he is most certainly not on the normandy, and you know what one thing has to happen for this one to lose his cool? take him away from his ship. and his commander. and –
he's so miffed and angry about this situation that he fumbles with his comm unit for a second – this isn't an omni-tool, what the hell!? – and while you all might have been watching from the very beginning, the audience is about to get a face full of beard and green eyes. ) Okay. I don't know what's going on here, but whoever's behind this has about two seconds before I –
( joker. you don't have anything you can possibly hope to threaten anyone with. a point which is made abundantly clear when he briefly checks his person and finds not only is he lacking his alliance uniform, he's lacking in pretty much everything. there's a small stretch of silence, and he huffs, decides to try again. )
Never mind, I'll let you ruminate on what I'm gonna do. Makes for a better threat that way. ( s i g h. you know, somewhere, shepard is thinking this is a riot, and who let you out of the cockpit, huh? ) Anyway –
Somebody wanna clue me in on where I am? 'Cause last time I checked, the Normandy doesn't have anything like this – ( waving an arm emphatically to encompass his surroundings, mhm ) – and I know my lady inside and out. This ain't her.
( an even smaller stretch of silence, and he drums fingers against his thigh when no immediate answer comes. ) Uh, I'm waiting. I don't know about you guys, but some of us have a war to get back to.
( ACTION ♦ at least this isn't watching buttons flash. )
( you know. just in case you want to run into him after he's squawked angrily at the network, had some time to cool down and is now meandering about the hospitality deck. checking things out. looking at the screens, out the windows … and basically being a grumpy piece of trash because he misses his ship. and shep.
he isn't in ship-shep shape.
this is a disaster. )
Broadcast: video; fleetwide.
Action: the marsiva.
When: RIGHT NOW.
( BROADCAST ♦ if this is a hangover, i gotta stop drinking. )
( oh. this is – this is bad.
it takes him a second – maybe two, maybe more than that – to knock the fuzz out of his head ( and to realize that, at some point during his slumber, his hat had fallen off into the floor ), and sit upright on his cot, surveying his surroundings with the kind of scrutiny that comes from one too many nights spent trying to drink a krogan under the table and losing. normally, when he passes out drunk he wakes up in the same place he'd gone to sleep in or, at the very least, some universally familiar place that he can track from where he'd started.
this is neither of those things. and he's not all that happy about it.
it takes one look out those giant, crystal clear windows for him to come to the conclusion that yes, he's still in space, but no, he is most certainly not on the normandy, and you know what one thing has to happen for this one to lose his cool? take him away from his ship. and his commander. and –
he's so miffed and angry about this situation that he fumbles with his comm unit for a second – this isn't an omni-tool, what the hell!? – and while you all might have been watching from the very beginning, the audience is about to get a face full of beard and green eyes. ) Okay. I don't know what's going on here, but whoever's behind this has about two seconds before I –
( joker. you don't have anything you can possibly hope to threaten anyone with. a point which is made abundantly clear when he briefly checks his person and finds not only is he lacking his alliance uniform, he's lacking in pretty much everything. there's a small stretch of silence, and he huffs, decides to try again. )
Never mind, I'll let you ruminate on what I'm gonna do. Makes for a better threat that way. ( s i g h. you know, somewhere, shepard is thinking this is a riot, and who let you out of the cockpit, huh? ) Anyway –
Somebody wanna clue me in on where I am? 'Cause last time I checked, the Normandy doesn't have anything like this – ( waving an arm emphatically to encompass his surroundings, mhm ) – and I know my lady inside and out. This ain't her.
( an even smaller stretch of silence, and he drums fingers against his thigh when no immediate answer comes. ) Uh, I'm waiting. I don't know about you guys, but some of us have a war to get back to.
( ACTION ♦ at least this isn't watching buttons flash. )
( you know. just in case you want to run into him after he's squawked angrily at the network, had some time to cool down and is now meandering about the hospitality deck. checking things out. looking at the screens, out the windows … and basically being a grumpy piece of trash because he misses his ship. and shep.
he isn't in ship-shep shape.
this is a disaster. )
video;
You're... probably not gonna like the answers you get. We're all kinda stuck here. They don't really seem to care about wars or anything going on wherever we all come from.
[ He gives a small, apologetic smile. ]
video;
he'd be downright volatile if there wasn't a chance that he could. er. break a bone. cerberus upgrades only allow for so much, you know? if only he had access to some heavy bone weave ...
still, this kid doesn't deserve the brunt of his anger, so he tries to calm down a bit. deep, cleansing breaths, joker.
Sounds about par for the course of my life. ( rubbing at his face, nngh. ) What ship am I on? Or is it a station?
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It's a ship - The Marsiva. I guess it's like the mothership? We're all following it. Not like we have any other choice in the matter. [ He sighs. ]
Par for the course though, huh? Do you end up in weird space places a lot or something?
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and you can't tell me that he hasn't gone through the film archives on earth and found that shit.
there's a moment of silence as he contemplates this. ) Hnn. ( yes. much thoughtful. very contemplate. )
She's what you'd call a flagship, if you're following her. ( and this is where you might get an idea that he knows what he's talking about. ) No choice ... I don't think I like the sound of that. ( does anyone? )
... Let's just say the people I roll with have a bad habit of getting into weird situations.
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And hey, to be fair? His general assumption is that so far, everyone in this freakin' place knows more than he does when it comes to space stuff. Except that one dude who's like straight out of Middle-Camelot-Earth-Fantasia or some equivalent thereof. You know. ( Yosuke why.) But yeah, no, that does confirm it. ]
Flagship. Got it. And... yeah. We don't like it, either. Trust me.
[ Weird situations... He cracks a bit of a grin, curious. ] Oh yeah? Like what?
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well -- don't feel bad, kid, because not everybody can know everything there is to know about space. granted, he's got a few years on you as far as the future goes, so it makes more sense for him, but if you watch sci-fi vids you'll get the gist of it. you're not missing anything unless you like the idea of an ancient race of sentient alien robots trying to take over the galaxy and bring about a new cycle.
ah, that grin catches him, and he gives one back, shaking his head. ) Well ... my commander recruited a tank-bred krogan once. Kid was born in a test tube and then tried to destroy the lower half of my damn ship when he went through puberty. ( joker you better be glad grunt can't hear you talking about him like this. he'd snap you like a twig. )
fdjskal i'm cracking up help
... you totally brought some with you and will share rightHe watches some sci-fi here and there, who doesn't? But yeah, no, not too keen on the whole alien bots destroying everything ever thing. One problem at a time, please - the Midnight Channel was more than enough for him, and that was a much smaller scale, honestly.
He's not at all familiar with "krogan," obviously, but test tube kids? That's something he's seen tossed around in fiction and stuff. Too bad his mind can only think of human-ish forms right now. So he might just be picturing this tiny human-looking kid blowing the crap out of a space ship effortlessly, and he lets out a low whistle. ]
Damn... if he was so dangerous, why did he get recruited? I mean, was he at least on your side? After trying to blow up the ship, I guess.
[ Poor Grunt. >: ]
LMFAO.
do you really think he'd leave home without it?he laughs, though, remembering that whole debacle -- rather fondly, though he won't admit to it. because he's always going to worry about his baby, first and foremost, and the fact that a tank-bred krogan teenager had almost ripped her to shreds is still a little unsettling. )
He was a valuable asset, or something. ( yep, cue him waving his arms emphatically, just to drive that point home. ) And I gotta admit, he ended up being pretty useful. Not a bad guy, even with the temper. Guess he's just gotta grow out of it. ( nah man nah. just look at wrex. )
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good man.]Yeah, okay, super destructive is probably pretty valuable, after all. [ But Joker's smiling about it, so he is, too. ] So are all, uh - krogans, or whatever, like that? I... don't know anything about aliens, honestly. I'm not from far enough in the future, I guess.
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Oh, yeah. They friggin' headbutt each other instead of saying hi. They're something else. ( a beat. ) We got these other ones, called asari. They all look the same, right? Pretty much female, but they can be either.
( joker. ever heard of a thing called tact? )
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[ Headbutting each other... Yeah, he winces just thinking about that. Then Joker mentions the asari, and he blinks, eyes a little wide. ]
Whoa- wait... What? Seriously? Girl but either?
[ oh no. oh no no no... Joker what have you done.
I am so sorry for this stupid teenage dumb boy]no subject
ahh, but that's the reaction he'd been expecting. anyone that doesn't know about asari, they need to know about that. so he smirks and nods. )
Yeah, they have this ... thing where they can mate with any species, any gender. Doesn't matter what, the kid always comes out looking asari. It's to like ... add diversity to the gene pool, or some shit. ( LIKE HE REALLY KNOWS.
but liara is one-fourth krogan. how cool is that? )
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That sounds so crazy. You're really not kidding me? Because damn, your universe must be weird. Or just huge. [ Beat. ] Or both.